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Prologue
He was from Fontaine.
That was how they first began talking, at Lambad’s on a warm April night. Kaveh had just finished a project, but at the end of it all had ended up losing more money than he’d made—again—which as always led him to the tavern to drink away even more mora.
Alone at the bar, head resting against a limp wrist as he stirred the melting ice in his empty cup, the dark haired stranger had caught him. Sitting down with an air of confidence, he lifted a hand and requested two drinks. Kaveh had slid his eyes over, unamused by the approach and wanting nothing more than to just be left alone with his sorrows.
“The name’s Clement,” the man had said, holding out a hand.
Kaveh didn’t shake it. “Kaveh,” he’d responded simply.
There wasn’t so much as a spark.
“Are you from Fontaine?” Kaveh had asked, accepting the free drink that was slid over to him and taking a sip.
Clement nodded. “Born and raised. Have you ever been?”
The alcohol was bitter on Kaveh’s tongue as he said, “My mom lives out there. I went out for her wedding, but that’s the only time I’ve been.”
And after that, as the alcohol loosened his lips, he ended up talking with Clement all night. He didn’t realize how drunk he’d gotten, accepting free drink after free drink. He didn’t remember going home, giggling and flushed, with Clement.
He did remember waking up in the morning, head laying on Clement’s arm, as the sun slipped through the shades. He thought about how long it had been since he had had something like this.
And they kept talking.
هلاك